Then, on his last day here, another snowstorm struck. This one so severe that our lane was three- and four-feet deep in snow. As the saying goes, “the Island was shut down,” plows too busy with essential roads and parking lots to clear private lanes.
There is no nostalgia for the past, rather, the trials, sufferings, redemptions, and blessings of his era.
The launch of my new poetry book, Jeopardy, last night in Charlottetown was one of the loveliest occasions of my life. Not because I was centre stage for an hour, but because of all the amazing and cherished people who were there and with whom I could share the moment – from the people I’ve … Continue reading Voices in my Head
Reflections on a long friendship, life in British Columbia in the 1970s, and Chuck Brickley's new book of haiku, earthshine.
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